The Last Pages
It must begin.
It must end.
Let your mind fold in,
And your imagination - suspend.
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To a world not your own
To a place no eye can see
To where the dragons roam
To lands where elves may be.
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To reach those final pages
Like to run the hardest race
Like to live across the ages
Then the journey's end embrace.
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From field and fountain
From starry streams
Through lake and mountain
Drift these dreams.
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That each to hold, as in sleep
Their tales and thoughts, to keep
To be free of reality's cages
In the magic of the last pages.
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